"Interesting," El-Melloi II repeated, a small smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. "I'd say you hit the nail on the head."

It was the fairest assement of the situation by far, one without a particular value judgement attached to it. That aspect was the most important for El-Melloi II, because it meant that if he called the matter interesting, there was no way to say he was speaking against his own family.

"I wouldn't have made the offer if I didn't mean it," were the next words out of his mouth, almost coupled with an eyeroll. There was a quality about Roman that struck him as not quiet naive but close to it. Ingénue wasn't right either, but the texture felt closer. Either way, El-Melloi II clicked through the loading screens, chatting as he went.

"Well, an early family just won't have all of the...advantages, let's say, that older, established ones have in this day in age. As for the age of this nonsense," El-Melloi II's left arm moved back, slinging over the back of the sofa entirely. "As for when, probably as the age of the gods began to draw to a close and magic was harder to come by. At least, that's the best I've figured out."

The console beeped at the two suddenly. "Do you want to watch me go for a round or two before you try it yourself?"